Tru Colors Testo

Never know who real until you see they true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't had no umbrella
Switch to big shit, I can get a Beretta
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Give respect, but who got time for a lecture?

Don't fuck with too many, I stay in my section This just a warning, I keep me a weapon
Don't use it for fun, it's just for my protection
They tried to take me out, see my vocals is blessing
Push the wrong buttons, I'll teach you a lesson
Keep trying your luck, man, this shit can get hectic
These niggas be bitches, this shit is pathetic
Don't really do disses, but I can get reckless
Ain't nan' nigga out here puttin' fear in my heart
Riding foreign, soon I'ma have to push to start
They think music just a song, man, this shit is an art
You can survive in the streets, you just gotta be smart
That's why I'm walking around with this here Desert Eagle
Tryna make a way for me and all my people
Blessed with a gift, but I'm fighting this evil
Blessed with a gift, but I'm fighting this evil

But you never know who real until you see they true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella
Switch to big shit, I can get a Beretta
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Yeah, shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher

Dooda stepped up in the club, now the party started
A nigga test me in this bitch, I just might catch a body
Really came to party, I don't really need the violence
And the hoes like how I rock, swear the birds flock
I got sweet tooth, think she like me, she just grab my cock
I just took a nigga bitch, so now he wanna plot
Say it's smoke, you a goofy, boy, you better stop
You know already seventeen what it hold in the Glock
And you know twelve fuck with 12, they always calling the cops
I'm 'bout my cheese, 'bout my green, no, I don't beef with the opps
And when the body drop, that's when the beefin' just stops
Flashing they guns on the 'Gram, they just use 'em for props
We don't treat it like no game, bitch, we knocking 'em off
And if we see 'em in the party, bitch, we poppin' it off
I ain't stoppin', tryna pin his fuckin' head on the wall
I ain't stoppin', tryna pin his fuckin' head on the wall

But you never know who real until you see they true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella
Switch to big shit, I can get a Beretta
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Yeah, shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher

Ayy, shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
We really the shit, nigga
Y'all cannot fuck with us
You know it's up with us
Oh, you know it's stuck with us
We come and get you gone
You know it's up with us
Spider my car, Spider my car
You know it's up with us